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Sticks dance on skins, a drummer's quest,
Fingers tap keys, a programmer's lore,
Harmony in simplicity, a family's crest,
A dog's bark blends with the water's roar.

By the lake, where colors flow free,
circles and lines, both poetry,
In Sweden's embrace, a life so clear,
two children are playing, hearts sincere.

Under moonlit skies, where stars align,
Life's algorithm, divinely designed,
In the gentle breeze, a synthphony played,
A simple joy, in twilight's cascade.